The quiet battles that she didn't need the world to know

We as of late moved to another area. It is a nearby restricted society that has just 16 houses - 10 possessed by ex-Army officers and the staying by regular folks like us. In our building, sticks with it who is the ward executive and deals with all the stuff that goes around in the range - cleaning, security, support and the sky is the limit from there. However, it is his significant other, Mrs Chugh, whom I might want to portray here. Like any armed force spouse, she dresses immaculately and has a specific appeal about her general identity. She strolls in the right stance and her hair is never strange. Be that as it may, the more you watch her, the more you feel the absence of warmth in her. She grins quickly when you say 'Hi', however directly after that, her face retreats to the same stern, stony look. I don't know how to appropriately portray it. I would regularly tell my better half that the woman looks so concerned. Also, we would joke that it's chance somebody advises her that her significant other has resigned and this is not the Army cantonment zone where you are relied upon to carry on in such a tense way.